PHOTO PROMPT © Kelvin M. Knight
The sun squatted low, puffs of apricot cloud still bubbling along the horizon. The colours brought to mind summer, despite the cold that had snuck into her boots.
Edith waited patiently outside the bakers for a loaf, a roll or perhaps a chunk of parkin too misshapen or overcooked to grace the shining tables of Clifton. She wasn’t particular – a full stomach for a ha’penny was hard to come by these days.
The baker’s boy tugged the door with meaty fingers. ‘Nowt today.’ The door slammed, snapping off his words.
Sleeping rough was always colder on an empty stomach.
Written for Rochelle Wisoff-Field’s Friday Fictioneers. See here to join in and read the other tales.
If you’re wondering what ‘parkin’ is, look here. And if you’re wondering what ‘nowt’ means … why, it’s the opposite of ‘owt’ of course! Nowt meaning nothing or naught and owt meaning anything – Northern English slang dropped down from the Old Norse and still very much alive up north and in our house, we being defected Northerners! So when someone asks is there ‘owt or nowt’ they’re saying is there ‘anything or nothing’.
Great word pictures, Lynn
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Sigh!!!
Sad yet so beautifully written. 💕
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I like where you went with the prompt. I felt her optimism wafting on the apricot clouds, then all hope was chopped off by the slamming of the door. It left a hole in my heart. Well done.
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Thank you Russell. I’m so glad you liked it. Thanks for reading
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Ouch, real and gritty. Waiting full of hope only to be summarily dismissed with nothing. Well written!
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Thanks. Glad you thought it worked
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Nowt wrong with that. Well written with an air of sad despondency.
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Thanks Iain 🙂
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I know bakers (though few) that still practice it. Loved this.
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Thanks so much. Yes, It’s something that should happen more rather than throwing food away. Thanks for reading
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Very true.
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So sad but well penned Lynn
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Thanks Dahlia 🙂
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Great story, Lynn. You conjured up the scene very vividly, and you beautifully captured the stoic acceptance that is the essence of the woman’s character.
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Thank you very much Penny 🙂
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Poor Edith. Great writing, Lynn, the descriptions are vivid. You had me with the apricot clouds bubbling…
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Thank you so much Gabi. Glad you liked it 🙂
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Their perfection is not hers. Reminds me of the scene in the Hunger Games when Peta intentionally burns the bread so Katniss will be able to eat.
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Oh, yes, good reference there Alice. She can’t afford to be fussy I guess, while they can. Thanks for reading 🙂
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urea picture of real life😯 of real
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A picture of real life…sorry, bad phone!
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Ha! No problem. Thank you and thanks for reading 🙂
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Love the lingo you introduced in this sad tale. It put this reader right into a place and time – about 1910 for some reason – on a misty London street. Nicely done, my dear.
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Ah, glad you saw that! I had in mind a period story, though no one else seems to have read it that way. 1910 would be a good fit for what I had in my head too. Thank you Alicia 🙂
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Oh, poor thing. You did a great job with this.
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Ah, thanks so much 🙂
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Loved this sad and way too realistic tale… the descriptions were great and now I have a new word in my vocabulary!
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Thank you Dale! Finding new words is always great, though you’d probab;y have to stop and explain yourself if you used it in conversation – living in South West England, I find I have to do that if I use ‘owt’ or ‘nowt’ at work.
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There is that…
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The beauty of your descriptions beats all comparison Sad story though but enriched with the atmospherics of your language. Always a fan, Lynn.
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Ah, thanks so much Neel 🙂
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Dear Lynn,
As always your descriptions are amazing. Brutally sad ending. Well done.
Shalom,
Rochelle
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Ah, thank you Rochelle.
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Oh! That’s just so sad…. How many days does she suffer like this? Sends shivers when I even think about it…
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I suppose some people live like this all the time, for years. It’s sad way to end up, it’s very true. Thank you so much for reading
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A tragic story that’s all too realistic. Wonderfully done.
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Thanks JA 🙂
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Why, of course I know what parkin is (because my knowledge is arcane and mostly not very useful in real life settings) so I was pleased to see it mentioned. Poor Edith, hoping for parkin and getting nowt. Better luck tomorrow — or even better, coming off the streets by then.
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Ha! I love that you know what parkin is! A lot of people in the UK haven’t heard of it, so the fact you have. Ah, Joy, you are such a gem. 🙂
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I dated a man with a British mother (he was born in the States) and acquired the taste for several British foods that way. I don’t think I knew about Parkin until I went to a restaurant in (I think) Philadelphia that specialized in traditional New England food. As always, I asked them for the most unusual foods they had, and ended up with parkin: yum! I have a recipe around here somewhere that I’ve been meaning to try, and it’s almost fall…
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Can you remember what other foods you took a liking to – intrigued 🙂 Yes, it’s something I miss, being coeliac. Must see if I can find a gluten free parkin recipe before Bonfire Night 🙂
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Hm, mostly foods you can’t eat, and I can’t eat much of (now that I’m diabetic and low-carb) — like Yorkshire pudding, bread and butter pudding, shepherd’s pie, and scones (she didn’t make them, but had a good bakery for those). She made some sort of treacle cake, but I don’t know if it was the traditional one. And I swear there was something in aspic too… Mm, now I’m getting hungry!
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Wow! It all sounds lovely. Was just reminiscing with someone today about my nan’s cooking – very ‘British’ and stodgy (meat pudding and rice pudding and shortbread) but she was darned good at it. Brit food has had a bad reputation – often deservedly – but when it’s done well …
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I’ve always liked British food; but then, I’ve always like most other foods too. I just like food… Plus I love the British terms, like bubble and squeak, and bangers and mash, and toad in the hole. We had our own totally different dish we called toad in a hole growing up, which I also really liked (and which frankly looks more like a toad in a hole, lol!).
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Ha! We do have some colourful names for food don’t we, though not necessarily appestising ones! What was your toad in the hole made from? Have you seen or tried Stargazy Pie? Now, there’s a food with a name nicer than it looks 🙂
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Wow, thanks for the tip — no, I had never heard of Stargazy Pie, and what an excellent story behind it! I’ve also never seen a pie with fish heads sticking out of it. I like the story in Wikipedia about how the Devil went to Cornwall, decided that the Cornish will put *anything* in a pie, and left before they decided to make Devilly Pie. 🙂 Other than the fish heads sticking out, the pie sounds pretty yummy to me. Mmm, fish and potato
pie.
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Yes, not sure why the heads are necessary, other than to give it such a brilliant name! Mind you, it makes sure nothing is wasted I suppose. Love any story that has the Devil on the run makes me smile, especially if they involve a local landmark, a huge rock formation or something. Love the Devilly Pie idea 🙂
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Every time I visit your site, you seem to have become more poetic. You grab the readers attention with a puff of apricot cloud, and you hold it to the end. This is beautiful, and at the same time, heartrending.
It’s odd – I saw something this evening that could be described as an apricot cloud, though it was more like an angry sweet-potato threat hiding in the depths of cloud. getting ready to explode. It looked lovely, but felt sinister.
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Ha! I loce that idea of an angry sweet potato cloud – makes me smile thinking of it. I know what you mean, some clouds glower at you. Thank you very much Jane x
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Very vividly written.good write Lynn!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Very descriptive piece and well crafted piece that took me into her hard life.
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Thanks so much
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Heartbreaking story and beautifully written.
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Thanks so much 🙂
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Love “apricot clouds”, beautiful image.
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Thank you Sascha 🙂
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This is you painting your pictures in the way you do so well. I enjoyed this
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Thanks so much Sandra. Praise from you is always highly valued 🙂
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Wonderful descriptors!
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Thank you Dawn
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